In the beginning… there were goals.

This is the beginning of a story in which the ending is not yet known. This is going to be my story.
With entrances and departures of many people and the waves of my emotions. Phew. It’s going to be a hell of a ride.

I am a woman. I am a 25 year old living with family.  Not my immediate though, already tried that. I’m living with my Fairy Godmother (fairy is optional, though she is a true blessing) and my Spectacle of a Grandmother. 
That’s a nice way to put it.

Yes.

 

 

I woke up one day not too long ago, and realized what I was suffering from. My Quarter Life Crisis.
Where everything that my family and friends have been telling me since, I don’t know FORever?!, finally kicked in.  I wasn’t happy, I hated my job, I was in a rut. Living the same way, every weekend, putting off life. Life is scary.  I was comfortable. Until that day. I made a huge decision.
I cut off the umbilical cord ( so to speak and proverbially put on another) and decided to move. Not just cities, states.  To live where I think my heart would be happiest. But what have I found- happiness comes with a car.  Not money, but a vehicle. I don’t know how the ladies living on the plain did it. Oh, it’s probably because they worked at the house jamming jam and mashing ‘tatoes and that was their job.  They never had to worry about asking for a ride to work with your somewhat coherent grandmother that rambles about the same thing over and over, while speaking at a level only most dogs can hear. AH!

But I will over come the odds.  So I am setting goals. Scary for me. That’s because I’ve tried doing this umpteen times… but this time it will be different. This time it will be goal.

Goal for today: Write up mock budget. (With whatever meager hours I get at work.)
Goal for next week: Applied to at least five different jobs. I need more stability.
Goal for the month: Save as much money as possible. Don’t let boys bite my neck. Keep up on laundry. Avoid as many carbs as possible. Good Bye Sweet Oreo.
Goal for six months: Have enough saved to take some classes at BCC, Have a car (however it may look), have friends, lose 30 pounds.
Goal for a year: Be in school. Have a car. Pay my bills. Have a job. Lose 50 pounds.

This can’t all happen over night, I know this. I sat in bed with my mind racing for hours about how I feel like I’m using my family and that I’m stuck again. But with a little pep talk from my sister and realizing it’s just the beginning, I will not let myself get stuck again.  (If I can keep my sanity for that long.)

What’s to come in the year ahead. Hopefully moments of happiness and joy, with the limits set to low on sorrow. And high on fashion mistakes… well I hope not. Maybe I’ll even find a man. Muahaha. A girl can hope.

I need coffee. This is going to be a hell of a trip.